Chapter 2 #2
“Yes, he is.” Jin smirked, “I can always tell.”
Wyatt hesitated, recalling the surprisingly accurate number of times Jin had predicted such things about a person over the course of their friendship.
His heart fluttered again, wondering if that was true… that Dr. Donnelly was more than just the best teacher he ever had. That he was more than just kind and considerate, with the patience of a saint.
Maybe he was capable of other things…
Dirty, naughty things…
Unexpected heat flushed through his entire body.
Wyatt was suddenly rooted to the spot as images came to him of Dr. Donnelly naked on all fours, sweat beading his brow, grunting and cursing as his perfect, tight ass got gloriously fucked.
And he knew Dr. Donnelly could definitely take a good pounding because his body was built for it, all thick muscle and masculine.
Wyatt’s imagination tortured him some more by adding some sexy whimpering praise out of that mouth of his. Because Dr. Donnelly always praised.
Always.
Oh fuck.
He felt his cock twitch and stiffen uncomfortably in his tight jeans. Thank God for thick denim.
Jin arched both eyebrows, “You look like you're about to stroke out on me.”
“I think I am.”
Jin pivoted on his booted heel, assessing him. “What’s happening?”
“I just never—” he swallowed, shifting on his feet to alleviate the strain between his legs. “I never thought about him that way.”
“Really? Why not? He’s hot.”
Wyatt puffed out a breath, “Stop saying that.”
“Well… if the heel fits.”
“He’s my attending. My captain—boss—whatever. I can’t think about him like that.”
Jin chuckled, “Sometimes I forget that the square country boy is still in there.”
“Shut up.”
“Do you know if he’s…?” Jin gestured with his cocktail to the gay club.
He tensed. “I don’t know. We don’t exactly have time to talk about our personal lives.”
Jin looked disappointed and made a pouty, irritable face, carefully making a show of sipping his cocktail. He had something to say and was clearly biting his tongue. Wyatt nearly growled in frustration at him.
“Just say it,” he bit out.
Jin side-eyed him. “Do you want it rough or do you want me to spit on it?”
Normally, Wyatt would’ve laughed at the crude statement, but his heart was racing too quickly, and he impatiently shot Jin a stern look.
“Do you remember Professor Lewis?” Jin asked.
He stilled, unsure what point Jin was trying to make by bringing up their old English professor. “Yeah.”
“Do you remember how hard you worked in that class?”
Wyatt shifted on the balls of his feet. “Yeah. So?”
“There’s brown-nosing, and then there's what you did. You got a little obsessed, honey. Working yourself to the bone to get him to notice how good of a student you were…” Jin hummed. “Sound familiar?”
Wyatt sucked in a breath and let it out steadily.
Shit.
“Dr. Donnelly is your new Professor Lewis. Do you remember what happened after your precious Professor praised you after our final?” Jin snorted.
“I do. You were a walking hard-on for an entire weekend. I don’t think I ever partied that hard in my life, trying to keep up with you.
You fucked half the basketball team… and I fucked the other half!
I thought I was going to die in the arms of muscles.
It was heaven.” Wyatt slunk onto the high-top table, grasping the horrendous cocktail and swallowing the entire contents in one gulp, hoping to avoid tasting it.
This all felt so glaringly obvious.
Why hadn’t he put this together himself?
Probably because he spent the last several years in the torturous throes of medical school, then his internship, followed by working his ass off for the last three years at the rural community hospital, and now at one of the toughest hospitals in the city.
Coming up for air and having fun felt self-indulgent, if not impossible.
But this was more than that.
This was basic self-reflection, which apparently he wasn’t doing.
“Honey, you got a kink. A couple, actually. Praise, but only from men you want to razzle-dazzle. Key word: men, not boys.”
Wyatt had been hung up on earning Dr. Donnelly’s praise every day for the last six months, and it also explained why he was such an awkward mess whenever he was near, which was a lot.
They were sometimes rubbing shoulders while working on a patient, or Dr. Donnelly would watch him perform a procedure with his concentrated, steady gaze.
Wyatt suddenly imagined himself in bed, those penetrating dark blue eyes on his cock while he stroked himself into fucking oblivion.
His entire body shivered, followed by an irritable curse at himself for allowing this to happen.
How could I have been so fucking blind?
I can’t have a crush on my senior attending.
Wyatt thumped his head on the table. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m so fucked.”
“I’m sorry,” Jin finally said. “I didn’t mean to go for the jugular.”
He straightened, scrubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw and cheeks, trying hard to get that image of sweaty, ruggedly handsome Dr. Donnelly out of his head.
Fuck. Shit. Piss.
He let out a stream of curses. “God, I feel so stupid.”
“Why?”
“You figured this out about me before I did.”
Jin snorted, “Please. We’re complicated beings, and surprisingly easy to please when we finally figure out what we like.
Don’t be embarrassed or ashamed about that.
We gays must battle extra hard not to allow the shame closet to eat us alive when it comes to our spicy delights.
” He shot him a playful smile. “And you happen to like sexy daddies—welcome to the club—half of us here want that, and the other half just claim to like Pedro Pascal. It’s the lucky few who actually get to fuck Pedro that leaves us all wet with envy. ”
Wyatt balked. Dr. Donnelly certainly was daddy material. Compassionate, hard working, strong values, generous, older, incredibly fucking sexy…
Stop!
He cursed again, raking his finger through his hair, pulling at the roots.
Dr. Donnelly even had a dad-bod, all broad shoulders and a thick waist, reminding him of old school boxers, with more meat than muscle, which was exactly the type of men Wyatt liked to manhandle and get pinned by, feeling the solidness and weight of them over him, or even better, more body for Wyatt to straddle while he fucked them into oblivion.
“Shit.” He buried his face in his hand. “I’m already a nervous wreck when he’s watching me at work. Now that I know I wanna…”
He couldn’t even say the words out loud.
How could he?
He had to somehow function at work with him. He couldn’t think about all the dirty things he wanted to do to his captain.
Jin seemed to sense this and finished the statement for him. “Fuck him? Or be fucked? Either way would be hot.”
“Stop talking,” Wyatt moaned.
“First step is admitting you have a problem.”
“This totally is a problem—”
“Next step,” Jin cut in. “Is figuring out how to fix it,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his gaze. “And if I know you, you always have a plan to relieve pain.”
Wyatt snorted, pinching the brim of his nose. “You are the worst.”
“I know. It’s why you love me. I’m always good at giving you permission to get into a little trouble.”
Except there was no way in hell he could get into trouble even if he wanted to.
Because Dr. Donnelly would never cross that line between them.
Ever.
For one simple reason alone: he was a good man. And good men like him didn’t do stupid, reckless things like fuck their residents.